Funny how each and every day,
A lot of mail does come my way.
Some I throw just right away,
Some I open another day.
Some require immediate action,
Always gives me satisfaction.
To resolve the issue,
With one transaction.
But there is an area some would call a pile,
But not for me because you see,
That to me is my "current" file.
I do have a cabinet in which to store,
But only after six months or more.
Poor Jon, he has to open and close,
His lady keeps him on his toes.
Mine? Exposed until I decide,
I need a clean place for new files to reside.
And it's not a matter for neatness statistics,
It's simply a matter of logistics.
An interesting write, Walt. I have a desk that my ex's grandfather built and bequeathed to me. It is a wonderful desk but you've made me realize that it has no files within it; all of my files are now digital on memory sticks, portable drives, and yes, clouds. Thought-provoking verses. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace to you,
a beautiful desk, unused Walt! -- where are all of the wonderful notes on scraps of paper and napkins and the envelopes stuffed to retain an address you dare not lose? -- organization is far too easy and provides no challenge -- I have lived on both sides of that mountain -- order and arrangement, stifles my imagination -- I used to employ the old A, B, and C prioritizing methodology for my mail pile -- A, demanded immediate action -- B, could be dealt with at a later date -- C was trashed immediately -- anything in the B pile not processed within a week, went into the C pile! -- love your poem and your desk Walt - even though the desk has not been properly seasoned with the accumulation of a normal male's, mess! -- my wife would love your desk and neatness-- much love and peace too you my dear friend -- Jon Michael
Oh how I have always has such a fascination with those old roll top desks, always wishing I get one, but never have. Just the mere presence in a room holds such majestic esteem. Like your organizational skills too...
Walt...
I Love The Desk & your "Files" is a nice rhyme of carfree organization, seems you know how I organize my own files :)
Peace, Love & Inspiration
Vickie
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I Love The Desk & your "Files" is a nice rhyme of carfree organization, seems you know how I organize my own files :)
Peace, Love & Inspiration
Vickie